Monday, February 4, 2013

GZ Legends 33: Tiara of the Mind Pt 2

“If you
don’t mind, I’ll take my usual approach and fly over it all,” Kyte said. “I’ll
go for the roof. My wings won’t fit in your tunnel very well.” Without another
word he spread his wings and jumped into the air. He vanished in the darkness.

They
thanked the ladies for their help and filed into the dark tunnel. Just as
Sandstorm said, they had to climb around pipes and even some underground
wiring. Not all the pipes were in great shape from being underground. Some were
rusted and old or brittle. Sandstorm protected the more fragile infrastructure
with an encasement of ice. In some places the tunnel had to be adjusted to make
passage possible. The others couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe at
Sandstorm’s level of power. They all inwardly wondered how much he was truly
capable of. He had already wrestled a hurricane and his power to transform into
tornadoes and hailstorms were well known in the powered community. Now he made
the earth say ‘ahh’ like a kid in a dentist’s chair.

Redeagle didn’t care for being
underground. His 7 foot body felt
cramped in the narrow tunnel. It seemed like forever before Sandstorm cleared
the way to a concrete ceiling above them.

“This is
the floor of her basement,” Sandstorm put a hand against it. “I can open it up
except for the epoxy coated rebar in it. I have no control over things that are
overly processed like plastic. Redeagle, that will be a job for you. Dreamseer,
do you sense anyone above us?”

“Only one,
and very faint. A woman, she must be injured.”

“Then let’s
get moving.” Sandstorm commanded the concrete to flow back to form a hole big
enough for even their biggest man, Redeagle to fit through. Red moved in and
gripped the metal rebar and tore it like tissue paper with his great strength.
He bent the bars downward and back in order to make it safer to climb up and
into the room above. Sandstorm made that easier as well by forming a ladder of
earth and concrete and solidifying it by converting all of it to stone. They
climbed up into the room and Nightfall gasped at the woman chained to the wall.
She rushed to the bleeding woman’s side.

“No, what
happened to you?”

“You know
her?” Atomizer asked.

“She’s part
of my team from Council Interpol. We call her Gypsy. She’s a magic user. She’s
barely alive.”

Redeagle
snapped the chains so they could lay her on the floor.

“I didn’t
even know they made it to the planet.” She continued.

“It’s okay,
we’re going to help her,” Dreamseer said.

“Yeah, but
this means she must have the rest of the team.”

“Then tell
us about your team and what they can do so we can deal with them,” Sandstorm
said.

“I’ll
create an image from your mind to everyone else’s and let Kyte know we are here
too,” Dreamseer said to Nightfall.

Everyone
paused and closed their eyes to clearly see the mental images broadcast to
them.

“The man
with the bowl cut hair is Monty, also known as Stagefright. He’s an inducing
empath. His favorite trick is to cause irrational fear in his targets but he
can make them feel almost anything. I’ve seen him turn alien warlords into
crying babies. The man with the silvery eyes and western clothing is Lawrence
Jackdaw. He’s a gunslinger and his hands can move as fast as Electrode. His
plasma pistols are specially made so that he can pull the trigger and fire
hundreds of times per attack. His power is limited to his reflexes, so he can’t
run that fast, but he’s deadly accurate. He has one shortfall that telegraphs
his attack. He likes to sweep back his trench coat to reach his weapons. It’s
the only warning he allows his targets before he blasts them to bits. The
blonde buff military guy is our leader, Zachariah Ace. He’s a master strategist
and combatant with almost anything he can get his hands on. If he knew about
the artifact, he never would have come in close.”

Dreamseer
stopped the mental projection, “It doesn’t matter how they got taken. We just
have to get them out of it and stop Ricci.”

“Then let’s
do it.”

Dreamseer
could sense two men on the other side of the door from the room. Nightfall went
through and touched them both. They collapsed without a sound. For that matter,
no one had to lift a finger from there, even with Sandstorm in air form. She
stalked up and took out each mind controlled guard with master precision and
her black out power. Three men were in the kitchen. The first got a light slap
to the face. Nightfall acrobatically rolled over the center island and caught
the other two by their throats and gently guided them to the floor.

During this
time, six men wandered the roof of the mansion with rifles. They didn’t notice
the shadows moving around their feet until they were yanked up into the air and
sharply knocked unconscious. The Kyte landed and drew his long shadow tendrils
back to him. He handled all six men at the same time. He walked to the edge of the roof and dropped
to the balcony below with the agility of a cat. A sharp flex of his wings
knocked out another guard who stepped up behind him from inside.

“This is
too easy,” he thought. He stepped inside to find Zachariah Ace waiting across
the room.

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